Holding the pistol back to the 'shooting' position, Gao Ming was not busy raising the gun, first shook his fingers, showed the silver needle, and pricked it at the ear 'door' and 'acupoint' on his left and right, closing his hearing - 00-00-, the latest chapter interview wèn:.

"What is your brother doing? Kongtong faction's seven wound punches? Hurt yourself first, then others? A soldier touched Zhen Huanxi, who didn't mean to 'shoot' at all, and asked puzzled.

"I know fart, my brother is a doctor, a doctor you can't believe. Can't see this? This is called the golden acupuncture 'acupoint', is there more than a cow fork with headphones? The white fat man replied disdainfully.

Everyone was silent, this white fat man was really full of running trains and couldn't believe it, twenty minutes ago I was still listening to him brag that his cousin was a doctoral student in the School of Computer Science of Huaqing University, and at this moment he became a doctor again.

Nima, do you dare to help people fabricate a profession later? The gold needle punctures the 'hole', which is clearly a stainless steel.

Li Xiaohu exhaled lightly with some relief, others can't understand it, it doesn't mean that he doesn't understand, although Gao Ming closed his hearing 'acupoint' with the help of a silver needle, it was still within his acceptable range to automatically close his hearing 'acupoint'.

If Gao Ming could really step into the third-level grandmaster realm at this age, he would have an IQ of zero if he was once called a martial arts genius.

Demons have to have a limit, don't they?

Gao Ming naturally didn't know that his style had saved the fragile glass heart of a genius boy, and he originally wanted to take the silver needle out and pretend to be 'forced'.

Carefully recalling the feeling of 'shooting' with a rifle in the field with my senior brother, although the latest assault rifle used by the real yàn has a scope, and the May Fourth style in his hand only has a crosshair, but the feeling of 'shooting' should be the same.

Anyway, Ci Gao Ming also gradually found the feeling of 'shooting' after 'shooting' ten shots, which is not too difficult to think about, just like he was 'forced' by the old man to throw the silver needle, within fifteen meters, wherever the eye goes, the silver needle can come in an instant, and the score is not bad, the reason is almost the same.

The only difference is that one is purely manual and the other is semi-automatic.

The five-fourth-style pistol with bullets weighs two pounds, and it is not difficult for ordinary people to lift it flat, but it is not easy to keep aiming at the front without moving.

Of course, this bit of strength is not worth mentioning for Gao Ming, he casually raised the gun flat, his hand is very stable, it can be said that it belongs to a basically stationary state, and the TV's 'shooting' hit the Olympic champion looks even more stable.

The three-point line is the gap and the front sight behind the pistol, and the other point is the bull's-eye, Gao Ming's eyes are excellent, through the gap to find the crosshair and see the bull's-eye in the distance, the bright 'bright' red 'color' is very clear.

After aiming for a long time, Gao Ming, who finally determined that he was aiming at three points and one line, was absolutely fine, and pulled the trigger hard, and there was a loud "bang".

The soldiers who were almost touching the observation instrument were also collectively startled, what was going on, why didn't the target paper move? Could it be that the bullet hasn't flown yet?

Gao Ming's eyes didn't need a scope at all, as long as he wanted, he could see clearly even if an ant dozens of meters away had a few 'legs', his eyes widened, and he swept and swept the target paper 20 meters away on the opposite side, and the cute little 'hole' never appeared.

I'll go, this is not scientific, just now I was clearly aiming accurately, and my arm didn't even move, Gao Ming didn't believe in evil and continued to follow the practice just now, "bang, bang......" pulled the trigger and fired seven shots in a row, all the bullets in the gun were shot, and then stared at the target paper.

Unfortunately, the hope that there would be a small "hole" and "hole" in the target paper was once again disappointed, and the untouched target paper was still intact.

Is this a flaw? Several soldiers looked at each other suspiciously, and pointed their scopes at other targets, this one is aiming at other targets, isn't it difficult to dislike the target in a straight line?

Naturally, all the target paper is empty and neat, and Gao Ming is indeed flawed, and it seems that the flaw is still a little far away. Could it be that he is really a rookie? The soldiers' thoughts came to them, but they quickly disappeared on their own, and the thing was going on.

Gao Ming was a little impressed, he had used enough strength, he dared to guarantee that under the bounce of such a strong recoil of the pistol, his powerful arm could ensure that the gun basically did not move, if this was not accurate, it was really a bit beyond the scope of his understanding of 'shooting'.

Li Xiaohu laughed, put down the desert eagle that was being checked in his hand, walked over and took the big black star in Gao Ming's hand, skillfully changed the magazine, stood up without hesitation, and did not aim, and pointed the pistol at the target in the distance, "Bang, bang......" It was also a breath to finish the bullet that was just pressed.

After the shot, he put down the gun in his hand, Li Xiaohu pressed a button next to him, and the target slowly moved to this side, Gao Ming was a little speechless, Ya is pretending to be 'forced', the target can come over automatically, a group of you still make the whole observation device look like an international competition.

Thinking so in his heart, Gao Ming still casually 'pulled' out the target paper that stopped in front of him, and the red dots of the ten rings were beaten to pieces, showing Li Xiaohu's 'fine' marksmanship, with his very casual figure just now, there is really a kind of style of combining people and guns.

"Do you see?" Li Xiaohu looked at Gao Ming with a smile, don't be too happy to be an instructor for this master who abused him just now after learning martial arts.

Maybe Li Xiaohu didn't realize it himself, now Gao Ming has quietly become a friend of the same level in his heart, otherwise he would definitely not be happy in his heart because he surpassed Gao Ming on the one hand, the giant will never be surprised by the ant lifting something a hundred times heavier than his body, he will always look down at this qiē, and then leave without realizing it.

"To be honest, I don't understand." Gao Ming replied honestly, just now Li Xiaohu's suit of 'force' action is smooth and pleasing to the eye, the little girl must have a red heart in her eyes when she sees it, but for him, he really didn't see any skills 'sex'.

I really want to say what I saw, Gao Ming still admires the special 'elite' in front of him, which is not inferior to the peak combat power of the first layer of martial arts of the Ross boxing king Petrov, and the marksmanship is so 'fine' and accurate, such a master is definitely an enemy's nightmare on the battlefield. It is worthy of being able to chase and kill more than a dozen people alone in the jungle.

Although Li Xiaohu picked up the gun seemingly randomly, the powerful confidence exuded at random gave Gao Ming an illusion, this gun seemed to be part of Li Xiaohu's arm, and before he could shoot, he subconsciously thought that it was normal for him to shoot ten rings per shot.

"Haha, Brother Gao, I have 'made' this friend of yours, and he is a real person." Li Xiaohu laughed, his own ability is fed by hundreds of thousands of bullets, holding a gun, 'shooting' has almost become the instinct of the body, if Gao Ming bragged and said that he knew how to shoot, then it would really be a hell, no matter how demonic people are, it is impossible for a wicked person to learn this instinct formed by long-term training.

"That's right, this handjob kung fu is also played all year round, brother, you fight too little." The white fat man squeezed his eyebrows on the side, and his expression was extremely obscene.

The soldiers were so angry that this 'bastard' should have been dying of handjob last year.

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